Inside an abandoned church in emo glory hole, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me emo glory hole for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “emo glory hole, hail emo glory hole, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “emo glory hole, emo glory hole, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “emo glory hole” prayers.